Chapter 328. Spirits that still exist
That's the solar disk.
It appeared at the tip of the eaves at the top of the temple, revealing half of it, releasing a sacred golden glow!
Kant stared at the sun disc at the top of the temple, which was supposed to be supported by a stone statue, but it seemed that for various reasons, the stone statue cracked, and the connected gold disc fell to the roof.
If you don't come back again, you probably miss this solar disk.
The group approached the temple quickly, and the traces of their footsteps during the initial search were still vivid.
It's not been long.
Arriving at the triangular temple, it is like a Mayan pyramid, except for the hall at the top, the bottom is made of stone stairs, and you go up the road until you finally come to the stone door of the hall again.
It was still open, and it was pitch black, like darkness condensing in it.
But it's not completely dark.
A faint golden light emerged in the depths.
Kant frowned slightly, in the alley 10 meters away, there was a temple hall full of white bones, but now inside the half-hidden door, there was a light, and it was very transparent, as if hundreds of candlesticks were lit at the same time.
"There's a special energy fluctuation in there."
Bandak reminded, "It's a little strange, but it's too decaying to be a threat. β
"Can you tell the difference?" Kant frowned.
"I can't." Bandak hesitated slightly, but after serious perception, he shook his head apologetically and said, "My perception can't compare to those mages, this is my shortcoming, I'm sorry for this." β
"It's okay, just go in and have a look."
Kant was not annoyed.
This is the truth, although the Pande Continent belongs to the world of low demon ending, and it is even more extreme than this world.
But the fact that a great knight with extraordinary strength can still be born, an elven clan that can still survive in the gloomy world, and the underworld that can only invade the continent on a small scale are enough to explain the glory of the Pander continent.
No worse than the world that Kant crossed over to!
Nothing to fear.
With the sword of the king in hand, Kant took the lead into the alleyway.
The two lion knights next to him took a step faster, walked in front of Kant, held a shield and a sword, opened the door in front of him, and completely released the light inside the hall.
"Whoa, la, laβ"
In the golden light, fierce applause rang out.
The Lion Knight and Kant entered the hall together, but they saw that in the bright lights, well-dressed men and women were turning their heads to look at them enthusiastically, clapping their palms vigorously, and smiling brightly.
Aristocrats, priests, soldiers, craftsmen, and other men, women, and children.
"Welcome back."
At the end of the hall, on the steps, an old man with white hair was standing in place.
Dressed in a luxurious garment made of gold and platinum, and holding a scepter made of gold and precious stones in his hand, he looked at Kant kindly, nodded lightly, and said, "My heir, have you completed my task?" β
Kant was silent, just stood in front of the door, looking at the crowd in front of him.
A frown furrowed.
The lion knights next to them had grim faces, and their hands had already pulled out the knights' swords in half.
Including Bandak, a black mist faintly emerged from his body, and a demonic shadow appeared behind him, whistling with that gloomy and fearful, sweeping the golden light around him, as if the two sides were stalemate and confronting each other.
It's not right, it's incomparably weird, and no one has let their guard down.
"Hmm."
Kant looked at the old man in front of him and said in a playful tone: "Aren't you dead?" Looking around at the people in front of him who were eagerly looking at him, his tone was merciless: "Aren't you all dead and turned into bones?" β
"Huhu
A gust of wind blew in the void in an instant.
Many of the faces with smiling faces that were originally eager suddenly froze.
There was a strange look in everyone's eyes, and a wave of hatred and resentment towards the living suddenly appeared, but what was even more resentful was the gradually hideous face, and there was a whimper.
The temperature plummeted in an instant, and the faces of the people who were originally gorgeously dressed and glamorous had been distorted.
But that resentment is not directed at Kant.
It's a high platform.
The old man with a scepter, dressed in fine clothes, and wearing a golden crown on his head!
With a faint mockery on the corner of his mouth, Kant looked at the people on both sides who had blood and tears in their eyes, shook his head and said, "It seems that their hatred for you is far greater than their hatred for the living." β
"No way, it's my fault, after all this time, they still can't forget."
The old man raised his scepter with a calm face.
With the golden light flickering, in this hall, many women and children who were originally dressed brightly and beautifully shattered into piles of white bones in an instant, and the entire hall was full of land.
"The obsession is heavy." Kant was expressionless, and he did not feel the slightest discomfort at the fallen bones next to him.
The entire hall was deserted again.
With a divine golden glow, there was only the old man at the end of the hall and Kant at the door.
The scene was slightly silent, but Kant walked forward, the two extraordinary forces in his body were already secretly vigilant, looked straight at the old man, and said lightly: "Your Majesty, I didn't expect you to still exist." β
"I didn't expect that either."
The old man nodded and said calmly, "It's just that before, I felt the divine power of the sun god. β
"Hmm." Kant nodded: "Interesting." β
The old man is the one that Kant had encountered, the existence that had been transformed from a lich into a spirit, the pope of the Sun God Cult who had disappeared in history, and only the spirit remained!
The old pope didn't care about Kant's impudence either, he already understood the cause and effect.
In fact, he is still alive, which is a blasphemy against the sun god, and he is the most serious traitor, if it were in the era of the ancient gods, even his soul would have been placed on the divine fire to burn for a hundred years!
The old pope sighed slightly, looked at Kant's calm appearance, leaned on his scepter that he had transformed with golden mangs, and asked: "Human, I don't know if you have gone to the Golden Holy City and found the Sun Holy Maiden in the Eternal Coffin?" It is the direct blood of the Sun God, and if you find her, you can intermarry with her and gain the power of the Sun God. β
"Hmm, the Sun Maiden? I don't understand. β
Kant said calmly: "I found a golden coffin in the passage outside, and there was a woman inside, and there was a sealed female succubus next to it. β
The old pope looked slightly stunned: "Yes, she has also fallen." Nodding, he sighed without surprise: "In ancient times, the war between the gods and demons lasted until both sides ran out of gas, and you humans and other races united and began to attack us gods, and finally because of the mutual distrust of the gods and demons, both were extinguished. β
"Does it matter?" Kant Dao.
"It doesn't matter." The old Pope shook his head and smiled bitterly: "That's the spare parts of the Eternal Coffin that I once prepared, but I just let my daughter lie down in it." After a pause, the old pope looked at Kant: "Is she okay?" β
"I killed you, and that female succubus."
Kant said calmly: "He died quickly, and he didn't feel pain." β